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Monthly Archives: November 2013
Can Do
Staring at the pile of bills doesn’t make ‘em any smaller shufflin the envelopes doesn’t get the mortgage paid. Out o’ work a whole year now running out of unemployment must apply for food stamps soon get the kids on … Continue reading
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Tagged "entitlements", "new economy", benefits, blue collar, depression, food stamps, hopelessness, medicaid, poetry, recession, shame, unemployment insurance
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No Stairs
I live in a house with no stairs. Eighteen hundred thirty two square feet three bedrooms, two baths two car garage. A lanai. Houses with stairs are for the young. People who live in houses with stairs go to work … Continue reading
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War is for Other People
I was Regular Army in the ’60s at a time when the ranks were filled with draftees most of whom didn’t want to be there. What they gave the Army, instead of desire for a military career was a connection … Continue reading
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Tagged antiwar movement, conscripton, draft, enablers of empire, mercenary, military service, story, vietnam, volunteer army, war
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